Chapter 154 Blow
The girl’s eyes were cold, her expression calm and distant.
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As her fingers gracefully danced over the piano keys, she explained. “The reason I divided Night Bloom Nocturne into two movements is that I wanted to reflect the emotions and fate of the protagonist from the world–class pianist Erotes‘ composition. The first movement focuses on B–flat major. Whether it’s a piano piece or lyrics, every song has a cultural core, which is essentially the soul of the piece. This was composed by Erotes against the backdrop of the Great War, and the melody is soft yet sorrowful. It represents a scene in which the protagonist lies among gunfire debris and the corpses of his comrades, gazing up at the starry sky. The grasslands he sees are actually a battlefield covered in decaying bodies. But the stars he looks up to? They’re vast, endless. In his mind, he sees his late wife, his family.”
As her fingers glided across the black and white keys, the audience’s hearts seemed to follow, gradually becoming as serene as the protagonist’s.
They were swept into a tender yet deeply melancholic emotion, transported by her playing and narration into the world of the protagonist.
A soldier lies in the ruins of a battlefield, gazing at the stars and mourning the loss of his wife.
The gentleness in the music symbolized the soldier’s love and longing for his deceased wife.
Suddenly, her fingers moved with power and precision
“The second movement is about how the protagonist picks up his gun again to face the enemy, ready to die with unwavering determination. His resolve stems not from personal emotions but from the weight of life and death, from the belief that even though thousands perish, the greater cause lives on. The ‘F–sharp minor‘ key here represents his desperate cry and despair as he faces death, a fierce determination to rise from the pain!”
As Melody played, each scene seemed to come alive through the music, injecting deep emotions into
every note.
As the tempo shifted, the audience felt pulled deeper into the story.
Finally, the music came to an abrupt halt.
Her fingers paused for a brief moment before playing a few more notes in D minor.
It was as though everything had returned to peace. Even though it was all merely a dream, the protagonist found solace in his wife’s embrace.
Those final notes carried the suffocating realization that it was all an illusion.
In reality, he had died on the battlefield, finding solace in the end.
Melody played Night Bloom Nocturne once more.
The audience remained immersed, unable to shake off the impact.
The composition’s sheer brilliance awed them for the first time.
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The second time, they were stunned by the depth of the story and how perfectly her soul connected with the music.
Astonishing!
Breathtaking!
Melody’s performance was nothing short of perfection
This time, Suzanna and Carson’s accusations were completely shattered.
It was as though she had delivered a direct blow to their faces.
Carson had been silently watching, his gaze fixed on Melody, whose bright and flawless performance seemed to merge seamlessly with the piano.
He understood music well, which made Colin’s earlier praise all the more valid.
Melody’s talent was undeniable–far beyond anything he could ever hope to match.
He had to admit defeat.
Carson’s fingers clenched tightly as bitterness and frustration roared within him.
With a self–mocking laugh, he was the first to break the silence. He said, “Melody, I truly apologize for misunderstanding you. You’re clearly… You’re clearly far more talented than I am! When I first heard you play Night Bloom Nocturne three years ago, I naturally assumed Suzie gave the elegant name. This misunderstanding… it’s all my fault!!”
Melody glanced at him with annoyance, but this time, a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Yes, of course, that name could only be given by Suzanna. But Carson, do you even remember my real name?”
With just those few words, Carson felt a dull pain sweep through his heart, an overwhelming bitterness threatening to swallow him whole.
How could he forget?
Was he deserved to be forgotten?
Melody–she had once been called Zanna Shield.
Her name also carried the word “Anna“.
Yet, every time the Shields mentioned that name, they instinctively thought of Suzanna.
Melody endured years of neglect, bullying, and rejection. Melody had endured all of it for four long years.
Three years ago, she must have been heartbroken.
Carson felt a wave of hopelessness rise within him, as if he were sinking into a dark, endless sea.
The suffocating salt water enveloped him, making him lose all sense of the world around him.
“Hahaha! How could I ever deserve your forgiveness?”
